The snow falls in a white blanket overhead. People are bustling around in huge, fur coats and boots. Some man on the phone is screaming about tax incomes. Another woman is busy hushing a wailing baby. Cars and buses fill the streets of Moscow. Or so I've heard. I've never been outside. I was never allowed. They told me if I met beyond the tiny room, I'd be killed instantly. I know nothing of the world beyond the big, black doors. In the center of the room lies a table. It has straps and wires sticking out of it. Beside it are tools used for prodding and poking my body. I get shivers every time. I don't understand why, and no one ever stops to tell me. My name is Subject 83, and this is my story.

Three children realize they're trapped in the basement of a crazy woman who claims to be their mother, and forces them to call her "Mommy". __________________ created February 4th, 2017 IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.